Have to admit, we’ve had a no-good-horrible-very-bad week at this house. No worries, we’re going to be OK. It’s just been, you know, hard.
Before we got the no-good-horrible-very-bad news, I had planned on writing a whole post about the love addiction I’m having this summer with my ice cream maker.
I made ice cream, took photos, and of course had specific affiliate links ready to be embedded so you all would click on them and make me the richest mommy blogger on my block.
That post died. I just don’t have it in me to write about ice cream. My heart and mind is 10,000 miles away from authentically writing about ice cream.
But I do know how to write about eating my emotions off my face, because that’s one thing I’m good at.
Tonight, Piper and I self-medicated with the ice cream that will never be written about.
It was a Toddler & Tiaras marathon, washed down with the best goat cheese roasted cherries ice cream you’ll never hear about.
Everything will be fine. Someday, hopefully soon-ish. In the grand scheme of things, this has to be, will be, minor. But right now, it’s OK and natural that we’re feeling let down, heavy, mad and often sad.
But we’re healthy, and we have each other. We have ice cream and we have (what might be) a looooong summer.